Draw me; we will run after you-The king has brought me into his chambers-We will be glad and rejoice in you; We will extol your love more than wine. Rightly do they love you.
He brought me into the banqueting house, And his banner over me was love.
Who is she who comes up from the wilderness Like pillars of smoke, Perfumed with myrrh and frankincense, With all the fragrant powders of the merchant?
You are altogether beautiful, my love, And there is no blemish in you.
My beloved is dazzling white yet ruddy, Distinguished among ten thousand.
I am my beloved's, and my beloved is mine; He pastures his flock among the lilies.
Come, my beloved, let us go forth into the fields; Let us lodge in the villages.
Many waters cannot quench love, Nor do floods drown it. If a man gave all the substance of his house for love, It would be utterly despised.